10:46 PM |
darling dear;
who cares what they say?
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I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard, so this shall be short and succint.
Yes, hunnehs; I'm alive, I'm well, I've got a job and I'm doing fine. No, I haven't died off yet- so you can stop eyeing my iPod.
Because he's mine.
Today I felt awful at one point.
Mhm. That feeling; hello, old friend.
The kind of feeling where you just put down your head and crack, just a little; but barely enough for anyone to notice.
And then you blink back the despair, look up, smile; and the world will never notice that you're a little worse for wear.
...Works every time.
...Meh. Yes, you should be able to tell by now that I've been hit by the LATE NIGHT BLUES. [not to be confused with the PMS blues]- and gaw I AM DEAD TIRED.
I have no momentum to continue typing randomly, hoho.
Friction is overcoming(!) me.
I shall move back into my natural state: rest and into a state of inertia, oh glee.
I hope I dream tonight. I hope I remember my dreams tonight.
It gets lonely without them.
<3